[It's okay if he doesn't move; his hands need to be at ten and two anyway. Her hands can be anywhere they want to be. That one that was finding it's way along his lap creeps up his thigh to his zipper but skips over it in favor of his belt. Angela works at getting that undone while kissing along his neck and jaw, biting gently along the skin. Hard enough that he can feel it in his nerve endings, but not deep enough to leave a mark.
no subject
Yet.]